Questions | Five Hargreeves • The Umbrella Academy •

Ch. 15

Amura and Five went inside the inn.

The two were like how they were back then at the Corrections, when they were still time travelling assassin, only with a younger appearance than before.

Amura was an emotionless doll, who's purpose is only to kill without any mercy.

Whenever it becomes her goal, it automatically changes her mind to blank and at the same time aware and smart about her surroundings.

It was as if she was brainwashed to be the best assassin in the Corrections.

And even though Five didn't changed that much, anger and adrenaline ran through his mind whenever they were to kill someone.

"Excuse me." Five excused to the woman standing at the information table that appears to be an attendant.

"Uff da. You snuck up on me there. If you're looking for the cookies, we don't put 'em out till 3:00." She said with a happy tone and an accent.

"We can hardly wait. Uh, do you happen to know where the Midwest Soybean Society is meeting?"

"Sure do. Muskellunge Banquet Room. Are you two looking for your mom? She in for the convention?" The woman asked while Five just eyed the vending machine.

He took a bill from his blazer and said, "Hey, could I get some change?"

Amura just eyed him quietly, leaning her weight on one foot with her arms crossed.

"Oh, sure, I'll just look in my purse." The woman took the bill and did what she just said.

The boy just exhaled softly as he wait, making the girl look at him.

"Only a nickel and a couple of dimes. Oh! You... are... in... luck, mister." The woman said while she rummaged through her purse and gave the coins to him.

He chuckled softly at the woman's statement, but there was no sign of joy, "You know, some say the best luck is to die at the right time." He said and left.

Amura only followed behind him.

He walked to the vending machine that he was eyeing earlier and inserted the coins he got.

Wanting the fudge nutter, he waited for it to fall.

Only for it to get stuck.

The anger in him grew and the girl just observed him quietly without a word.

The boy began to hit the machine, clicking on it's buttons, "Come on! Stupid mother Fudge Nutter!" He shouted and grunt.

"Fuckin' Fudge Nutter!"

He even began to hit it with his body, shaking it as well, that the other snacks began to fall from it.

The girl looked around and saw no one in the hall anymore, but she did no action to stop the angered boy in front of her.

'He needed it, somehow.' She thought and saw a cake, walking to it and taking an icing to her finger, licking it as well.

She only looked back at him when he kicked the machine.

He looked back at her and trailed a finger at the cake she was snacking earlier.

Then walked past her, there he saw the room that they were looking for, the girl following behind him.

He smudged the remaining icing from his fingers, which the girl wiped with her handkerchief.

He only looked at her emotionless face, hating it.

Hating that look on her pretty face, the look she was holding at the Commission. The look that was hiding the real her.

He hates it, hates it so much.